(So I tried something new again. This is a fanfic based off of Mission Impossible Ghost Protocol. The only mission impossible movie I've seen so please try to go easy on me about details I may have missed. I tried to follow the story while at the same time adding in an effective splash with my OC so I hope you enjoy it. Here is part one.)
It didn't take long for the car to arrive though to Ethan those minutes had felt like hours.
He wasted no time in climbing aboard the long sleek vehicle not even bothering to put on his seatbelt before nodding to the driver to take off.
"Mr. Secretary," Ethan addressed the slightly older man sitting across from him. "I wasn't aware you were in Russia." He murmured softly, glancing brieflythe young woman sitting to the right the Secretary next to a younger man closer to Ethan's age.
"I'm not. Not since the bomb blew up the Kremlin." The Secretary's response held little humor in it. "Yesterday I flew in to accept the order of friendship from the Russian Prime Minister. Now...I'm headed back to Washington to hand the President my resignation."
Ethan started when a slight callused hand suddenly grazed a flesh wound he hadn't realized he had sustained until the sharp prickling pain started at the sudden touch.
"Sorry," The woman sitting across from him softly apologized before withdrawing her hand. "I just wanted to make sure there weren't any infections starting in."
She smoothly transitioned back into her seat between the Secretary and the younger man dropping her gaze as her companion went through some files on a laptop eyeing Ethan with an unreadable expression on his face.
The Secretary nodded at the couple. "My Chief Analyst William Brandt..and Helene Meyer, Medical Technician." He introduced. "I brought her along in case you needed some attention, but...it looks like the Russians already took good care of you." He noted.
Ethan rolled his eyes at this while Helene merely dropped her gaze from the agent. "You could say that." His gaze met Brandt's and the Analyst immediately stuck out his hand for Ethan to shake.
Ethan didn't take it. "A pen?" He asked fumbling through his jacket. Brandt looked taken aback. "Pardon?"
"A pen!" Ethan spoke a little louder this time. Helene reached over and stuck her hand into Brandt's front jacket pocket. "Here." She pulled out a half used ballpoint pen and shot the analyst a look before handing it to Ethan.
Brandt met her gaze and sighed lightly.
"Chief Analyst you say?" Ethan immediately started to scribble something into the palm of his hand.
Brandt blinked at him. "Sorry?"
"European male..in his fifties, about six foot 180 pounds. Blue eyes." Ethan held up his hand for Brandt to see after finishing his little drawing. "Who is he?"
Helene leaned over to study the image. "It's a..crude drawing." Brandt mumbled, squinting a bit as if he were having trouble seeing. "But judging by your description that could be Kurt Hendricks. 190 IQ. Served in the Swedish Special Forces. Professor of Physics at Stockholm University. Specialist in Nuclear endgame theory. He was asked to resign because...well cause he's crazy." Brandt shrugged gauging Ethan's reaction as Helene straightened back into her spot.
"Cobalt." Ethan started. "You have to alert the Kremlin that one of their strategists has a nuclear launch device and one of his operatives has the code to activate it." He directed his statement at the Secretary.
"And what makes you say that?" asked Brandt. Helene cast an uneasy look towards the Secretary saying nothing as Ethan responded.
"I saw him. Leaving the executive armory, bag in hand. He set off that explosion to cover his tracks. It could be weeks before the Russians know it's missing unless we tell them."
"They won't listen to us." The Secretary cut him off. "As far as the Russians are concerned, we just blew up the Kremlin. Tension between the United States and Russia hasn't been this high since the Cuban missile crisis and the blame right or wrong, points to the IMF." He paused.
"The President, has initiated Ghost Protocol. The entire IMF has been disavowed with no standing exceptions. I've been ordered to take you back to Washington, where the DOD will label you as a rogue extremist and hang the Kremlin bombiing on you and your team. Unless..." Here the Secretary trailed off again and glanced towards where Brandt and Meyer were sitting.
"...Unless you were to escape somewhere between here and the airport, having assaulted, Mr. Brandt, Ms. Meyer and I in the process-."
"Wait what?" Helene cut him off, worried by what she just heard. The Secretary ignored her. "You would then illegally scrounge whatever material you could from a back up supply cache I have overlooked. The same cache where your team is waiting for further orders." He stared at Ethan who looked a bit stunned by what he had just heard.
He glanced briefly at Helene who did not look afraid, but she clearly felt as uncomfortable as Ethan and Brandt did about the Secretary's new plan.
"Um Sir, I think you should-." Brandt started cut in, but the Secretary motioned for him to stop with a raise of his hand.
"You will then disappear and this conversation having never taken place, your intentions will be unclear. But if anyone of your team is caught or killed, they will branded a terrorist out to incite global nuclear war." Ethan swallowed as the Secretary opened a briefcase and took out a flashdrive which he offered to the former Senior Agent.
"Your mission...should you choose to accept it." He said calmly as he had done so many times before when assigning a new mission to his favorite agent.
Ethan silently took the USB still at unease about the whole situation. Helene bit her lip as she tried to analyze his expression, but the darkness of the vehicle they were in made it difficult for her to make out his facial features.
The Secretary turned grim as the driver took them around a sharp turn to the right. "You're my best man, Ethan and I'm sorry it's come to this especially after all the sacrifices you made." He said sincerely. "If we don't meet again, I want you to know I've always considered you-."
"Look out!" The driver suddenly floored the gas pedal, cutting the Secretary off as sudden gunfire sent the little group hurtling towards the floor of the car.
Brandt tried to protect the Secretary, but a bullet went through the side of his head killing him instantly. Helene started to check him for a pulse anyway, but Brandt pulled her back down on the floor and used his own body to shield her as the gunfire continued.
When the car started to lurch, Ethan chanced a look back up at the driver. "No!" He blanched when he saw the blood and bits of brain matter splattering the front windshield.
Ethan attempted to crawl over the back seats into the front, but the car suddenly went into free fall, coming to rest only when it hit the river headlights first throwing everyone forward.
Brandt and Meyer quickly untangled themselves from each other and followed Ethan as he managed to break open a window swimming frantically for the air pocket under the car while the gunfire continued.
Ethan resurfaced first. "Is everyone okay?" He asked directing his question at Brandt who surfaced seconds before Helene did.
"Yeah!" Brandt answered while Helene coughed and struggled to keep her head above the water next to him.
"My foot's stuck on something." She groaned, her head almost bobbing back underwater as if something was pulling her by the leg. Brandt looked down and saw that a seatbelt had become dislodged from the car. It was caught around Helene's right ankle and was attempting to drag her down to the bottom of the river along with the remains of the late Secretary's privately owned vehicle.
Without hesitation Ethan dove into the river and pulled a pocket knife from his pocket with which he cut the woman free from the long strip of leather. Brandt tried his best to keep Helene from submerging, but the gunfire was not stopping and as the bullets strayed closer and closer to their location, Helene became more frantic.
"Okay! You're good!" Ethan finally resurfaced as Helene practically bobbed up from the water nearly hitting her head on the underside of Brandt's chin. "Thanks!" She gasped as Ethan turned to open one of the spare compartments in the upturned car.
"You two wait here!" He ordered grabbing a flare that had fallen out before submerging himself back into the river.
Helene and Brandt glanced at each other as the water splashed them in the face. "Wait! Where are you going?" Helene asked. She recieved no answer in return.
